One Last Time Poem by Sarah Sisson

It could have been an aloof myth,
but when you came up behind me
and touched my back,
I felt every sense of attraction.
I would not have known
that you wanted to touch me again.
It was my belief…
…that we left such nonsense behind.
Now, again I tell you…
…we may never repeat that passionate temper.
Still I long for the memory to be real over and over again.
We, together, one last time.
That moment will last forever.